When I’m alone in my car I keep falling apart,
My troubles start to kick in; my wounds are bleeding again,
Things no one would know, but in my car they explode,
Consumed by my memory, sometimes my worst enemy.
I’m wounded, withdrawn,
Worried, the unknown,
Discouraged, used, (can you take the pain away?)
Depression, alone. (can you take my pain away?)
I’m sad,
I’m feeling like I never have,
Can you help me?
I’m sad,
I’m feeling so bad,
Can you help me?
I feel at home in this bar; my second home is this bar,
The casual drinking is gone, and now I just pour it on.
Empty and numb,
Erosion, bitterness,
Mistreated and hurt, (can you take the pain away?)
I’m weary with the tears. (can you take my pain away?)
I’m sad,
I’m feeling like I never have,
Can you help me?
I’m sad,
I’m failing so bad,
Can you help me?
Have you ever had one of those dreams that seems to go on and on, and on and on?
Well, last night I dreamed that Jesus walked right into this bar, and looked in my eyes and said…
Rejected, betrayed,
Hated and afraid,
I suffered, crucified,
Degraded, and I died.
I’m sad,
I’m feeling like I never have,
Can you help me?
I’m sad,
I’m feeling so bad,
Can you help me?
I’m sad,
I’m feeling like I never have,
Can you help me?
I’m sad,
I’m feeling so bad,
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
